Reach for Me; See Me!

Denied the access
to the door I belong to
behind which, they are

but he has come too
coercing with temptations
-manipulations

knocking on the door
Blown off-course I soar, grasping
my hands connect: door

he is inside it
the building I can't open
the lock is broken

he takes them in stride
without letting them see me
takes them far away

My voice breaks the glass
"SEE ME, NOW! SEE YOUR MOTHER!!!"
metal criss-crossed lies

he turns his head; smirks
I see the blindfolds and gags
that he  binds them with

Access is denied
I birthed them, but look different
name, coloring. cards

Try until I die;
Without the proper papers
They can never reach

Debating a treat
for here or home for a meal
...maybe just coffee

Cuckold

He'd sleep on the desk
not kissing the kids goodnight
forgetting his bed

Suspicions denied
there was no need to worry;
She was related

Assured once again
false gestures to assuage me
She'd talk with my kids


Suspicions again
"friends," late nights, quiet phone calls
(our mothers saw through)


Apologizing
for a son she'd raised better
-We all missed the mark

Everybody knew
but nobody would have guessed
they would be cousins

Keep asking questions
(This secret of rhetoric
will win a debate)

Only the Beginning

I was so afraid
when he mentioned a divorce
so, suffered his wrath

threats of stealing them
my babies, gone in the night
to his birth country

He'd have me locked up
but bent me over in bed
bruise my wrists and ---thrust---

Finally, one night
I stood by; held my children
so he knocked us down

Baby and toddler
with me, forced down to the tile
too afraid to cry

He plucked one from me
-the fear in my son's silence
pulled from my embrace

And into a room
no cries, screams, breathing or noise
What was happening!

I pounded the door
feared him "hushing" my baby
and fell to my knees

Praying for babe's breath
holding my daughter so tight
I bartered my life

Bellowing laughter
"What did you think I would do!"
I fell in the door

And then I saw it.
nothing.  an empty baby.
he would fear no more

My son would survive
but would never trust again
No more innocence


From that night forward
my daughter would always fear
subconsciously fear


Thank God they were young
Barely two and five years old
They won't remember

This man I'd married
damaging my children's lives
does he have a soul?

I think he knew it-
though only for that moment,
He didn't want dawn

Why did I stop him?
Driven off to kill himself
I stopped him.  We fled.

He likes to... "Control"
Even at the sacrifice
Of our kids' welfare

I'm so fired up
He prevented medical
Care for our daughter